I’m nervous over an operation I have tomorrow
I’m nervous when you have operations
valleys of fear
fear
the Lord
so we won’t fear on Earth
and yet
we’re human
and we will
I think I’ve read that
fear is not of God
which
sounds ominous for all we have it
and
have it closely
well
we’re flawed
blame everything
and
yes
I think it all gets better when
we’re well
and
when we’re well for good
sigh
and I’ve done a little checking to distinguish
fear
the spirit of fear from Timothy
the fear not
given us
the fear that begins
wisdom from
Proverbs that is
the fear
of God
and I’ve thought the second fear
is awe
and should we ever meet
in the same room how
would we
fear the Lord
when
even angels address fear as in fear-not
severally when they appear
fear
don’t be afraid
keep the wonder
maybe
the truth closely of God
and
God with us
and
yeah
I’m still worried for tomorrow
and I worry over you
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2 Timothy 1:7 = For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and self-control.
Proverbs 9:10 = The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.
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getting up
how soon do we become aware of things
and how
and why
the beauty of the day
silence upon waking
stretching on
our own
or because we’ve seen others do it
rise
with enough sense to rise
the wildness of dreams
subside
settle into
enough transition
to
realize we’re here
and assemble where is here
and what
should we be
doing
now
into consciousness
and the world might lead us first
into it
traffic noise
anxiety from what rooted
before sleep
maybe a long before
tasks
to accomplish
subjects for counselors
whatever
might be going through
when all aspects and talents need take over
one part by another
in groups or altogether
we came to life
the mystery
as
well as the amazement
into today
and the hours as we unfold them
into
all the moments we might
try
to plan and
what shall happen
anyway
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more existential than I meant—it was more simply a pretty day at first, now grayed over
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“Heavenly Blue” morning glory
Oxdrift, Kenora, Unorganized, Canada
haiku for relentless spring
the war goes on and
spring arrives the north of Earth
over all that’s gone
there’s green without doubt
spring has subsumed winter time
spring world for a while
USA times change
seasons over politics
is only green hope
pink and white the gift
Japan gave us cherry trees
Tidal Basin spring
climate change is heat
eighty degrees moderate
missing cool spring
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[well, I wrote some haiku for spring; I should have selected one poem to post, but the theme of now it’s relentless spring rather got to me; as such, altogether there’s a good deal of repetition; yet I hope you find these appreciable and hopefully enjoyable]
[giving USA three syllables by the way we pronounce it]
[it probably doesn’t matter, but I mean the verb of “moderate”]
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I wrote this probably too hastily yet for verse I hope it is acceptable (receivable). If you have prayers and/or good thoughts to offer, I’d like to ask them for my friend who’s having his eye operated on today. Thank you so much.
heal my friend
Monday
my friend has an operation in
a few hours
it’s on an eye
and so
will not be easy or simple
at all
as in a week or so I’ll have a procedure
that is simple replacement of
an implanted device
been
gone through
once by me
and so many times through the people with whom
I consult
his operation’s hard as
well as complex
many stages to go through
and
then an uneasy time of recovery after
all goes well
that is
the hope
of course
if all were an eye
you know
and thankfully it’s not
we’re
not
but that is metaphor for Christian duty
while his
the actual need
for sight
God help him
keep him
guide the hands that serve him
and
frankly
like asking for my niece because I don’t your will
precisely
so please heal her
please heal my friend
in
part out of
plain direct
praying
shall we ask for what’s clear and toned by
careful notes and leave
the gray notes
out
gathered by the single one who with angels
serving
knows rightly
how to play
well
everything
every song for every purpose
under
heaven
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1 Corinthians 12:17
“If all were an an eye, where would the sense of hearing be?”
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last of April so
I should say something to this
month of poetry
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for Poetry Month (that this has been)
photo by Clark Young on Unsplash [makes me think of Ebenezer Scrooge and maybe Bob Cratchit, while waiting for coal, penned and kept verses on the insides of his cuffs]
shall
so yesterday maybe
was
Shakespeare’s birthday
if if was on that
date and
you know
if
there were such a person
I mean
I’m pedestrian though
I have close degrees
as well
and think he was
and
was the poet and the playwright
though I
appreciate
the mysteries
no plays published until after
life
no notations of his education or any
if any
travel
no portraits done while he was living
either
the portrait that we think we know
is a guess
though
we get used to it
for him
don’t
we
the plays changed the world
they changed me
and you may believe that
they
changed you
though it was the poetry
the sonnets
that first brought him fame and money
then
acting and producing
since playwriting wasn’t given so much shrift
which might to explain a mystery
you know
and
Shall I compare thee to a summer day
when yet
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
which is
the day
rather like today
spring
and yet so green and passing
tractors blading
as
the summer season signs
and then true minds
as I shall say
then cite
against
for wisdom
Which alters when it alteration finds
that lives verse
and
our lives
and may I note resides as true love in The Princess Bride
and
that’s good learning of
good wisdom
we
don’t follow
and we
should
that’s all
we should
that is
love there without exception
of
what we think to change that by the way we
won't
and read more poetry and watch
more
plays
and note the authors as best we may
since there is more than
one
conundrum in
knowing who they
were
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
116
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William Shakespeare statue in Central Park.
Central Park, New York, NY, USA
what kind of day
what kind of day
to look outside
‘cause I can
see
there is sunlight
easy allowing colors and
shade
in relationship that’s agreeable
as if
sun and Earth had worked it out
in a process
before dawn
and this is today
with all
the hours ahead and for all the plans
or
maybe apprehensive with no plans
what shall happen like
the Spanish song
with
surprises along with what’s expected
founded on what’s ancient
and what’s yesterday
entering new
time
with what we have and are to bring even
to a table
to negotiate with each other
like the sun
over
what should change on Earth and what
remain
the same
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say it’s dawn (I have trouble telling)
shall we let the shofar call
Sunday
sun rests behind the gray
while the rain
considers working
even
if Earth is called to rest
or call it Saturday
or Friday
night
the call to rest is there
cessation
take up each things
don’t drag the chair across
a dirt floor
not
for fear of retribution but because
of the gift of love
and
yes
there’s room for interpretation
as time and we have changed
though God
has not
and yet seems to meet us
where
we are
as we could track the visitations and new
miracles
a day
and if we turn recreation into a business
infested with the mock virtue of
busyness
then we should drop
those
occupations for another form
of work
and play without the need to win or shop to win
to take the rest
as we smart people
know
how it goes
an honest sabbath
day
that’s all
and should we have it
is
we know
so much
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dreams
mine are vivid
brought on my insomnia
helped
by
medication
and tend to dream of people whom
I know
or knew back then
and
back then was now and is now
in the experience
details
and personalities made up
with
guesses at responses
and typically there’s wandering
place to place
or
to look out in the distance sometimes
and sometimes
to see
as one might see in dreams
light upon a ridge
who knows
a city
on a hill
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